Just hypothesizing, sort of

Did you ever hold it against somebody that the only thing they’ve done wrong is simply not be somebody else? That the somebody else might or might not be absolute perfection, but that’s what you perceive them to be and, thus, anyone who isn’t them can’t live up to what you think they are so why even try? One wonders whether we pass up *some* love in favor of this amazing, magical, fantastical love we might or might not ever get.

The loss is probably mine, but what I hope to gain (if ever I do) probably couldn’t even compare. But damn, the interim? Hurts like hell. …

One Lonely Response to Just hypothesizing, sort of

  1. Caterwauling :

    […] It occurs to me that I don’t drink often, but when I do? It’s to forget being born. I don’t necessarily think I made a mistake, but I do admit to wondering when the fuck I’m going to start injecting logic (and, perhaps, REALITY) into my decision-making. […]